Nina POV
I haven't eaten in days. I ate a piece of toast this morning only because Fabian begged me too. I've been in bed all day and crying. I know the girls are okay. I just want to know what sick person steals someone's children. It's been a week. My life is about to fall apart. The kidnappers demanded Joy and Jerome learn a lesson about money. Honestly they should have just kidnapped them, honestly I almost wouldn't care.
Joy and Jerome are terrible. They are spoiled brats and they don't even know how to live in the real world. I worked for this fucking money and they just eat it up. I really wouldn't care what happens to them. They are the worst children I've ever encountered. Patricia and Amber are little angels. I guess Fabian's sperm back fired on those twins because they are exact opposites of Patty and Ambs. Lord from above. It's like they want to see me suffer.
My bed is a mess. The sheets are crumpled up and wrinkled. The curtains are drawn so see no light. I don't even feel like moving or breathing. I miss my baby girls. It's sad. The door opened. I didn't even bother to look.
"Nina." a soothing voice said.
"What?" I asked. I turned around. Fabian. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come out of bed, Nins."
"No. I'm not getting up." He started caressing my face.
"Please."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Depressed." I murmered turning around. He started rubbing my back. Tears fell down my face.
"They're ok. The kidnappers haven't hurt them." he promised.
"Why the hell should I believe them? They did steal our daughter's from us." I said angrily.
"They won't hurt them because they are leverage for what they want."
"I'm not doing anything until our daughters are back under our roof and out of harm's way."
"Being depressed isn't going to help anything, Nina."
"Nothings happening so it doesn't matter."
"The girls would hurt if they knew you were depressed. They'd be upset"
"I need my babies back."
"Fine, just don't do anything risky." He continued to rub my back.
"I won't."
"Can you please eat for me?"
"No way."
"It's your favorite food." he said.
"What?"
"Mac and cheese." Yea my favorite food is Mac and cheese. I'm like a little kid.
"I don't want it."
"Yes you do. Please eat." I finally sat up. He propped me up with the pillows. I grunted and yelled and counteracted every move he made. He then spoon fed me my mac and cheese. I tasted so good in my hungry belly. He sat beside rubbing my side and spoon feeding me. He then made me drink some felt goodd to eat even though I didn't have an appetite. My tounge felt moist again and not from my tears. He then kissed me. Not the normal average kiss. A really juicy kiss.
This makes me feel a little bit better.